Sometimes I think my body is sabotaging me.
I love to DO things—run, write, read, learn, cook, hang out with friends, and, of course work (mostly work). I may, in fact, be a bit of a workaholic. The more projects on my plate, the happier I feel. In some strange way, I think I like the feeling of being ever so slightly overwhelmed.
But the me who likes that feeling seems to exist only in my mind. My body? Is a different story.
My body seems to like to do absolutely nothing (except eat—a LOT). And every time my brain and I get ourselves good and excited about all the books we have to read and the projects we have to edit, my body decides to get sick.
Usually, it’s just a touch of the sniffles, a dull headache, or an overwhelming sense of fatigue—nothing life-threatening. I admit, it doesn’t take much to throw me off my game (after all, I haven’t had a full night’s sleep in years, maybe decades, so it’s easy to make me feel like I just can’t go on).
When my body pulls one of its stunts, I always end up—for at least a day—crashed out on the couch, barely able to move (other than to get more food many, many times), until my lazy body gets its fill of nothingness and lets the rest of me get some stuff done.
Now, before you say I should proactively let myself take a break now and then, so my body won’t feel the need to shut down, let me tell you: I do.
I’ve always done my best to listen to my body and take care of whatever it needs, in terms of food, exercise, plenty of water, and rest. My body pretty much always gets its way.
I just wish it would return the favor once in a while!
